Prince

Ow!
An Indian woman buried her Grandpa in the Black Hills
When she was young
He used to tell her that these hills belonged to her still
And even though injustice took them hills away
"One day we'll get 'em back," he said
And the sun's gonna shine that day
When we say, right the wrong
Before she laid him down to rest
She heard his voice in the wilderness
Sayin' "I got six feet of it back!", huh
Now we can right the wrong
[chorus]
Right the wrong, hear the song
Before long you won't hear nothin' but the crackle of flames
Right the wrong, hear the song
Would you rather die knowin' that you did or keep livin' in shame
Did you hear the one about the boy just seventeen
Three years hard time for stealin' ice cream
First offense and all his dreams are gone
How long before we right the wrong
[chorus]
Right the wrong
2 3, uh
1 2, 1 2, come on!
Right the wrong, baby!
Yeehoo! Ow!
Far be it from me, to say
It seem like we could stop the flow of snow in the sky today
But I guess the weather man, he likes the rain
Ain't that insane
Now sing
[chorus]
Come on, come on, come on (right the wrong)
Can you hear me, baby (right the wrong)
I'm six feet in the grave
I'm six feet in the grave (right, right) (right, right)
(Right the wrong) [repeat till end]
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
This young man with a talented soul died when he wanted
The life that lives should not be pitied
Nor shall the guilty be forgiven
Until they can find it in their hearts to right the wrong